To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1)

by Jenny Han

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

it’s lonely to cry alone, but I can’t help it.

I wonder what it’s like to have that much power over a boy. I don’t think I’d want it; it’s a lot of responsibility to hold a person’s heart in your hands.

If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

I don’t answer. I just kiss him. My first thought is: I have muscle memory of his lips.

I have to admit, it’s not a bad feeling, having a boy sweep you along, usher you through crowds. It’s the feeling of being cared for.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s part of the risk. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to be brave,